Artwork, of course she wanted to get a better sense for the decor, this was apparently her primary fascination or so he'd concluded over the time that they'd spoken. Without responding verbally, he pointed out some of the mountings on the wall, they looked like the preserved heads of creatures that were once endemic to this planet and were hunted for sport given their lethality. There was also a wall adorned with a series of pictures taken on Houston from centuries prior, putting the chance into proper perspective in a way words simply couldn't. Feeling that was satisfactory as an answer, he circled back to the other things she'd said. "You question it but that's literally the point of a date. When you have some kind of an interest in somebody, you go out with them to see if they're worth spending time with again. If they are, then you do it again. You repeat as many times as needed to figure out if you can trust them or not. And while I don't explicitly trust you, at least not yet, it's not like I consider you a nemesis either. I'm just undecided." That might have been said for the sake of reassurance, as amusing as it might have been for that to be the case given their cultural backgrounds and respective heritage.
With a nod, he'd accepted the venue she had in mind and the nature of the game she wanted to play. But the back of his mind was nagged by what it would feel like to be visiting "home" again after however long it had been. "It's not impossible to work your way down onto Manhattan, especially with your credentials. I'll manage with my own alternatives. I have friends in low places, even on a planet like Manhattan, and I have lots of them." His confidence and demeanor suggested there was no doubt that this next trip was possible. But it was up to her as to when it would take place.
With all of that said, there was a sense of expectation to his eyes now. As if quietly wondering what she intended to do next or how much longer she intended to stay here.
